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 Georgia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.