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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Negative Approach 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.