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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Pere Ubu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Faust,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
The Motions,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.