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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.