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 France and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.