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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Monks,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.