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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.