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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.