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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.