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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.