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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Sparks,
Swans,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.