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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.