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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
10cc,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.