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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
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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.