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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.