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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.