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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.