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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.