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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 sitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.