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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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?
Whodini,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.