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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.