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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.