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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 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 The United States of America to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.