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 Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.