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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.