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 Seychelles and from London.
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 Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.