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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.