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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
MC5,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.