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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
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.