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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.