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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 David Bowie 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 Brick to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.