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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Brick,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.