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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.