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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Cluster,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.