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 Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.