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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 chamberlin 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.