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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
The Martian,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.