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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Pulsallama to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Trojans,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.