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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.