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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.