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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 The Busters to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.