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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.