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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Index,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.