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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.