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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.