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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.