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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.