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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.