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 South Africa and from Calgary.
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 Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.