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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.