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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Symarip,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.