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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.