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 Japan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.