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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flesh Eaters to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.