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 Honduras and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.