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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 sitar 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.