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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.