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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Nas,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.