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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.