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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.