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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Scion,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.