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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.