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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.