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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.