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 Japan 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
June Days,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.