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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.