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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.