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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
MDC,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.