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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.