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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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?
X-101,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.