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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.