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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.