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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Connie Case to the punk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Television,
Magma,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.