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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Clear Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.