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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.