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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Move 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
X-101,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.