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 Austria and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.