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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.