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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.