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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
X-102,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.