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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Nas,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.