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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Smog,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.