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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.