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 New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Television,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.