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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
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.