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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.