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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.