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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.