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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.