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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.