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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.