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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.