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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
June of 44,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.