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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.