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 Serbia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.