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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Pole,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.