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 Botswana 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.