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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 Toronto and Portland.
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 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.