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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.