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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 organ 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 Eric Copeland to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.