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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.