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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 clarinet 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.