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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.