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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.