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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.