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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
10cc,
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Can,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.