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 Halifax.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Television,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.