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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.