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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
MDC,
Brick,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.