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 Comoros and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.