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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.