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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.