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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.