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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.