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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.