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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 MDC 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Swans,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.