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 United States and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.