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 Botswana 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.