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 Monaco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.