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 Samoa and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
The Cure,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.