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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.