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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Faust,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.