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 Algeria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.