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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.