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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Television,
Monks,
The Evens,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.