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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.