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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.