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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Nas,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.