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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.