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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 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 Make Up to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.