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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.