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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas 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?
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.