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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.