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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.