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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
PIL,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.