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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.