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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Japan,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.