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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
cv313,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.