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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.