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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
The Index,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.