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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.