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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.