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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.