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 United States and from Bremen.
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 Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.