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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Normal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Erasure,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.