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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.