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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
the Germs,
Television,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.