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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.