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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aswad to the electroclash 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.