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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.