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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.