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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.