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 Cuba 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.