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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.