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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.