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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.