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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.