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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.