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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.