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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Franke,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.