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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
ABC,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.