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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.