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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.