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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.