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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.