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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.