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 Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.