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 Ethiopia and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.