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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.