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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.