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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 oboe 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.