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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.