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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.