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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.