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 Oman and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.