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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.