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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.