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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Deakin to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.