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 Burundi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Magma,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.