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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.