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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Television,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.