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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.