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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Faust to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.