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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Nas,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.