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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
ABC,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.