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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.