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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.