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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.