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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.