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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.