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 East Timor and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.