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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.