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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.