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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.