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 United States and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.