Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skriet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.