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 Panama 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
PIL,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
AZ,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.