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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.