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 Russia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 The Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.