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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.