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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.