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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Nico,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
The Move,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.