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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.