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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Minutemen,
MC5,
The Index,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.