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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.