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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.