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 Kuwait and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.