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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Von Mondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Index,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.