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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.