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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.