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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Bar-Kays to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.