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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.