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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Smog,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Visage,
Ossler,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.