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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.