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 Palau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Index,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.