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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Busters to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.