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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cowsills to the rock 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.