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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.