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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.