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 Panama and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.