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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.