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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.