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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.