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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Japan,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.