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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.