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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.