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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Magma,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.