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 Norway 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Seeds to the crunk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Pole,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Index,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.