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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.