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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.