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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.