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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Television,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.