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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
Ituana,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.