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 Kazakhstan 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
June Days,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.