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 Korea North and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.