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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.