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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Wings,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.