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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.