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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
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.