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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.