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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.