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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.