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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.