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 Argentina and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Motorama,
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.