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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.