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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.