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 North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
New Order,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.