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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.