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 Italy and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.