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 Honduras and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.