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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.