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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.