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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Monks,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.