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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.