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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.