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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.