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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.