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 Ivory Coast 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.