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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.