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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.