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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.