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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.