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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Motorama,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.