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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.