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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.