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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.