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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Japan,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.