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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.