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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.