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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.