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 Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Visage,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Fear,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.