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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Colin Newman 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.