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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.