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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cramps to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.