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 Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.