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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.