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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the techno 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.