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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.