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 Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fugs to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.