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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
X-102,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.