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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.