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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Connie Case to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Scion,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.