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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.