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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.