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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.