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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.