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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.