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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.