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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.