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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
X-102,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.