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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Mars,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.