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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.