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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Index,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.