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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the punk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Excepter,
The Gories,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.