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 Laos 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 sitar 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
MDC,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.