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 Rwanda and from London.
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 Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.