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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.