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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Sparks,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.