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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.