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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.