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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Trojans 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.