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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.