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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.