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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.