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 Kuwait 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.