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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.