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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.