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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Magma,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.