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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.