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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.