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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.