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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.