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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
X-101,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.