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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Bill Near,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.