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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.