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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.