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 Libya 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.