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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
The Gories,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.