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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.