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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.