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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.