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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
10cc,
ABC,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.