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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.