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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Wings,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.