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 Denmark and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 June Days to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.