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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Faust,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.