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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Smiths to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Index,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.