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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.