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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Darondo,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Wings,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.