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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.