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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.