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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 In Retrospect to the jazz 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.