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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.