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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.