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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.