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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.