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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.