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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.