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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.