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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.