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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Gladiators to the rock 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All MC5 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.