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 Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.