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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Main Source to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.