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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Crime,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.