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 Panama and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.