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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.