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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.