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 Mongolia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.