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 New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.