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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Swans,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.