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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.