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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.