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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.