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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
The Move,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.