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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Visage to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.