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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Monks,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.