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 Japan 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
The Names,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.