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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
MDC,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.