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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 mellotron 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.