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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.