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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Can,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.