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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.