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 New Zealand 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.