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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 rhodes 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 Sound to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.