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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
Mars,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.