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 Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.