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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.