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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
The Sound,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.