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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.