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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.