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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.