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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Searchers to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Skriet,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.