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 Canada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.