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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Inner City,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.