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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
the Association,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.