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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.