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 United States and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Can,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Television,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.