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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers 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 grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.