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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.