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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
New Order,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.