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 Ivory Coast 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.