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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.