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 Angola and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Skaos,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.