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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.