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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Technova,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.