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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Swans,
the Swans,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Aswad,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.