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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.