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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.