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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '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 OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.