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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.