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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.