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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
The Fall,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.