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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the funk 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.