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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 theremin 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 Gong to the jazz 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless 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?
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Rakim,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
AZ,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.