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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.