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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.