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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.