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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Mars,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.