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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Television,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.