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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jandek 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.