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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 The Real Kids to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.