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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.