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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.