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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.