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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.