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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.