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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.