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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.