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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Index,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.