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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Nico,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Crime,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.