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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
the Association,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.