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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
CMW,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.