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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.