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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.