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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.