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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.