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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Audionom to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.