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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 John Lydon 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
PIL,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.