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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
The Names,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.