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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
the Association,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.