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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 MDC to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.