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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 MC5 to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.