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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.