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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
AZ,
Ossler,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Wings,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.