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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.