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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Sparks,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.