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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.