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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Organ,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.