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 Iraq and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Slave,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
the Swans,
John Holt,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.