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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.