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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 MDC to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
The Remains,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.