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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.