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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.