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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.