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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.