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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.