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 Spain and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.