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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mr. Review 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.