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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.