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 Syria 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.