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 Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.