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 Maldives and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.