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 Jordan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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?
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Outsiders,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.