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 Uruguay and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.