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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Mars,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.