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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.