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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Main Source to the funk 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Index,
Interpol,
Organ,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.