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 Palau 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.