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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.