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 Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Crime,
Symarip,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.