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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.