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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.