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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.