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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.