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 Burundi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.