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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.