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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
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.