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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.