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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.