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 Estonia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
DNA,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.