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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the rock 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.