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 Copenhagen.
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 Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Can,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.