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 States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.