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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.