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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.