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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.