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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.