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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
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James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Nas,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.