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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Reagan Youth 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.