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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.