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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
CMW,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.