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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.