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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.