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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
DNA,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.