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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 spring reverb 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.