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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.