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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.