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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.