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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.