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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.