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 Oman and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.