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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.