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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
The Evens,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Swans,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.