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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.