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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.