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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.