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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.