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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.