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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.