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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.