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 Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Echospace,
Q65,
Quantec,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.