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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Mr. Review 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.