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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.