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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.