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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
The Move,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.