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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.