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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.