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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.