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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.