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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.