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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.