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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.