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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.