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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.