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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.