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 Syria 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.