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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Los Fastidios 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.