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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.