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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.