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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.