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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Nas to the grime 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Doors,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.