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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Gap Band to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.